CHAPTER 33
Poppy
On the first day of Christmas, Santa gave to me- A c.u.mshot on the asscheeks.
"Oh, you bastard! Suck that c.l.i.t, yes yes YES, stuff your finger in my p.u.s.s.y!"
I choked on my own spit.
Riley had said five minutes. That was twenty minutes ago. She was currently spread across a...